The Caged Bird

There comes a time in a caged bird’s life when they try to resolve the question of freedom. Doubtless of freedom, when some birds go through the cycle of becoming free, they may have spent too much time with the pain of being in the cage to try and change. They may have even tried adapting to the cage, pretending it wasn’t that bad. This made it ever so much harder, the pain increasing heavily. It’s impossible to imagine that the cage is not evident around the bird. It sings to hide the mask of the pain, but all it does is hurt the bird and please the owner. The bird it still trapped, and if it goes free, it will have undergone too much pain.

I am that bird.

The End

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